| Sir Thomas Wyatt (150342). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Epigrams | | Of such as had forsaken him |
| | | LOOK, my fair falcon, and thy fellows all; | |
| How well pleasant it were your liberty! | |
| Ye not forsake me, that fair might you fall. | |
| But they that sometime liked my company, | |
| Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl: | 5 |
| Lo, what a proof in light adversity! | |
| But ye, my birds, I swear by all your bells, | |
| Ye be my friends, and very few else. | | | | |
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